I spent the day in Fresno with Karen, and we wandered along the Blossom Trail. A late winter storm with wind and hail the prior weekend dispersed most of the blossoms. But taking a left turn to nowhere we came upon an orchard of flowering plum trees with white blossoms. Just beyond the next cross road was peach orchard with pink blossoms. We took a few minutes just to wander among the trees and the blossom atmosphere. Above and beyond the trees I could see the snow-capped Sierras that ring the Valley, set against a clear blue sky.
March 17, 2021
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A Year at the Snake 